Perdition

I feel Broken
like a soldier
who has
marched
through
the relentless
Marshes
With no
food
or
water
to
comfort
the journey

Apathy
is
the
chain
that
I
carry

Fear
shame
sorrow
dissapointment
are
the
Locks
that
bind
this
tormented
spirit

Self Realization
has revealed 
to me
that
the
Love
from
my 
pack
are
the
only 
motivation
keeping
me
going
now

The
still
small
voice
has
long
ago
became
inaudible
Yet
I have
to believe
HE is
still
speaking
to
this 
wretched
soul

Will the
slavery
to
myself
end?

Will the utopia
I hope
for my
Love
my Offspring
My Self
Come to 
pass?

The
road
to 
Perdition 
Is my journey
not
theirs
I am
well
aware
of
the sin I carry
Allow
this
pathetic
poet
a short
sabatical
in order
to put
my soulmate
and seeds
on a different
pathway..............................................